i thought i could escape you.
i thought i could forget.
i thought that it was all fake, that the wounds i had were my imagination held over from a night of vivid dreams.
i thought that the longer i stayed away the more you would grow to hate me.
there is no escape.
there is no forgetting.
the wounds are real.
the love is real, even if it is out of spite.
i am your slave.
you have made me believe.
you have made me want to be yours.
you have my soul.
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